Angel was very stubborn, I knew that easily, even after I told him that I was fine and he didn't have to go get me anything. I wasn't so sure about him going out either but he was again with the persistant
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Grinning widely - okay, proudly - I watch as she peers through the bags, teasing me for going overboard. I wave off her offer to pay. "No way. You took care of me this whole time, it's the least I can do." I try to bite back the grin, but it's definitely staying
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I sit down next to the bags and smile, digging through it and having a feeling as if it was Christmas or something. "Yes, you did get everything." I stopped, holding a bag of chocolate kisses in my hand and looked up at him. "Thank you." Simple and to the point, not to mention very serious. There wasn't anyoone I could think of besides my mother that would think of me like this
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Once out the door and back in my room, I slump into a chair for several moments. That trip...might have been a bit much. Letting my muscles sit and ache for a few minutes, I flick my eyes over the bookcases, trying to find a book while I wait out the worst of the pain
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My heart thunders hard in my ears and I sit up on my side of the couch, shifting my clothes back into place and brush my hair away from my eyes. "You d-didn't...I'm um..." I swallow thickly and look down at my hands. "I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to push
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"No, it's me," I say waving her off, and trying to think about the most inane things possible. Casually slipping from the room also seems like a good idea. "You didn't rush, Tara, I just-" I run my hands through my hair again. "I just don't have very good control when it comes to certain things," I say quietly. "It's not your fault," I say looking at her honestly
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He looks uneasy and I sigh, just letting it go for the moment. If Angel wants to talk to me about it then he will. "I'm sorry," I find myself whispering. I wasn't sure what I was thinking by assuming anything could happen with us. He's so much better than I am, deserves it too.
I shake my head and sigh, nibbling my bottom lip in worry. "N-no, I'm um okay." I smile nerviously at him. "Thank you for um h-helping me, Angel." I tuck my feet further under myself and sigh, feeling exposed and almost naked to his eyes. "I-If you want to go back to doing your stuff you can, I didn't want to keep you from anything. I d-don't want to be a bother..." I pause and try to salvage some of this night. "W-what were you um d-doing down there?"
Oh great. I've completely screwed things up now. When am I going to learn how to actually talk to girls when they're not bound and gagged or under my teeth? I sigh inwardly at my ineptitude.
A frown creases my face when she asks what I was doing down there... down where? Does she mean the hard-on in my pants? Great, now I'm confused, and feeling like I screwed everything up.
I glance at her and open my mouth, and close it again.
"It's not that I don't want to-" I stop, not knowing where I'm going with this when I reach over to put a hand on her knee - carefully making sure my arm is covering my lap - and then leave it there, again not knowing where I'm going with this. "I'm sorry, what was I doing down there? You mean in the basement?" Ahh, there, that makes more sense, not that I'm likely to be making any sort of sense right now.
Her knee feels warm and again I'm reminded that I'm not supposed to be touching her, and I'm the one who stopped the touching. God, I must be confusing her like crazy.
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I shake my head and sigh, nibbling my bottom lip in worry. "N-no, I'm um okay." I smile nerviously at him. "Thank you for um h-helping me, Angel." I tuck my feet further under myself and sigh, feeling exposed and almost naked to his eyes. "I-If you want to go back to doing your stuff you can, I didn't want to keep you from anything. I d-don't want to be a bother..." I pause and try to salvage some of this night. "W-what were you um d-doing down there?"
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A frown creases my face when she asks what I was doing down there... down where? Does she mean the hard-on in my pants? Great, now I'm confused, and feeling like I screwed everything up.
I glance at her and open my mouth, and close it again.
"It's not that I don't want to-" I stop, not knowing where I'm going with this when I reach over to put a hand on her knee - carefully making sure my arm is covering my lap - and then leave it there, again not knowing where I'm going with this. "I'm sorry, what was I doing down there? You mean in the basement?" Ahh, there, that makes more sense, not that I'm likely to be making any sort of sense right now.
Her knee feels warm and again I'm reminded that I'm not supposed to be touching her, and I'm the one who stopped the touching. God, I must be confusing her like crazy.
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